Grandma Ica Shares Her Values

When I was sixteen, and our parents become more prosperous, they decided to build a house for our family. My mothers’ parents sold their apartment and moved in with us. There was plenty of room and since they had great personalities, the cohabitation worked surprisingly well. It was a great solution for my sister and I, as we could spend more time with our grandparents and they rubbed off on us. My grandfather, Sandor was always reading five books simultaneously, could tell a million stories and was disciplined with managing his time. My grandma, Ica was the most loving and caring person and a great cook. I will always be grateful for her quitting her job in her mid fifties to look after me while my mom was working overtime at the dermatology clinic. Grandma Ica lost 98% of her eyesight during the births of her two daughters and used thick glasses and a magnifier glass to do her crosswords. She would not recognize me in the street if I walked past her. Nevertheless, whenever we mislaid anything around the house, glasses, keys, cuff-links, etc., it was her who found it for us. Without saying anything, she would meticulously sweep the house until she found whatever we lost.